Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.